Blushing, Rachel ducked her head a little as she admitted, "I kinda like being on the bottom, more." Feeling pinned, feeling a body - his body - pressing her into the mattress was a turn-on she could barely admit. She liked being man-handled a little, hell, she spent most of her life back home able to flip and break people like twigs, it was nice to just be.. taken, she guessed.

Not that she had the first fucking clue how to say that without sounding crazy. So instead she just leaned back against him, turning her head so she could nibble at his neck a little.